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Chapter One Hundred and Forty Three

Penulis: KL Jenkins
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"Because I know you," he responded, an understanding warmth creeping into his tone. "I recognise how overwhelming it is to imagine Emma living a life devoid of my presence. I truly understand."

"And what about our men, Luca?" I asked, glancing apprehensively at the other tables. They pretended to be engrossed in their conversations, but I could feel their eyes lingering on our exchange, bemused by my awkwardness.

"They will follow my command as Don," he assured me, his confidence radiating like the bold lights of the city outside.

"Now, enough of the lingering distractions. We need to discuss Bianca," Luca urged, the rhythmic sound of conversations hiding his hushed words. "Has she mentioned anything about The Densels? What's her connection to them? Has she ever stepped foot in their base?"

"Yes, actually, she has," I replied, recalling her words from yesterday as I strolled along the ocean's edge, the cool breeze meeting the sea's dampness against my skin. "She b
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